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I pulled urgently on him and to my amazement Michael’s cock throbbed in my hand and two small spurts of watery semen jetted from him to splash neatly onto the front of my pink vest!
“Wow, Michael, you came again! That’s incredible – twice!”
“Jen, I didn’t think it was possible – you are just so amazing, I can’t believe it!”
I stood up and surveyed the drops of sperm clinging to my vest. Michael gave me his handkerchief and I used it to dab at the sticky blobs. I soon learned that semen was a difficult substance to wipe off! I did the best I could and then put my panties and shorts on.
“Remind me to change as soon as we get home!”
Michael tucked himself back into his shorts. We noticed that there were some obvious wet spots on his shorts too. “God, what are a mess”, I said, “we should have stripped off completely!”
We sat on the log for a moment. “Michael, that was wonderful... what you did to me”.
He kissed me. “What you did was wonderful too, Jen. Maybe we could do it to each other one day... at the same time. I think that’s what they call 69”.
“Oooh yes, imagine if we came at the same time?” I paused. “Michael, what was it like for you when you did it? What did it, er, taste like?”
“I loved it, Jen. In fact, I nearly came when you did! And you taste wonderful”.
“Do you think we could be telepathic or something? I almost came when you did as well”. I refrained from telling Michael that I had been secretly giving myself a ‘helping hand’ as I was administering to him!
“Michael, have you ever come twice like that, before, you know, when you have done it to yourself?”
“Never! It was unbelievable. I think it was because you were being so, err...”
“Dirty?”
“I was going to say sexy!”
I kissed him on the lips. “I think you like it when I am dirty!” He didn’t argue.
We made our way back to our bikes and checked that the wet spots on our clothes had dried sufficiently for us to go home. Every bump and jolt on the ride back home made me acutely aware of the phallic saddle between my legs. My crotch was still very tender – why did they have to make saddles so narrow?
- COMMENTS
CarlusMagnusabout 11 years agoShouldn't Michael keep his promise? Where are the condoms?
But another excellent chapter, nevertheless. The longer you can keep your readers interested without having them Do It, the better.
Eroscottabout 11 years agoI like your writing, as you can tell by my previous comments. This was another great chapter.
rod43over 11 years agoi wish Susan would start writing again.......for both of her series......she would make many very happy
Anonymousover 16 years agoin Literotica I've come across the past a couple years. In fact, I read it probably 3 years ago, and I still remember a lot of it,,, because the story was so nicely done, with two incredibly carefree, naive, and seemingly good kids (who just happened to be siblings),,,, the bravado epitomized in the sister was quite endearing,,, one of the true EROTICA in Literature (which of late has been pervaded by white males wanting to pimp out their white girl friends and wives who are too lose, or something, with fake breasts and hair, to the down and out brothers who do nothing but eat so they could share their bodily fluids with those sorry assed white narcissists from the suburbs and their more narcissistic women,,,)
